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September 23, 2014

That
night heaven kept pouring. The sky turned gloomy more the usual. There was no
sign of light although it was full moon night. Clouds scurried past each other but
failed to make way for the moon. The sporadic flash from the heaven was the
only light to illuminate the earth below. Night was soaked in complete silence
and even the stray dogs, as though purposefully, were nowhere to be heard.
Whole of the medieval village was deep in slumber.

Midway
to the village was a boy of 19 named Kota, full of energy to explore the night.
All alone, he kept thrusting forward with hope of fulfilling the nights promise
and scarcely cared about getting drenched. But the paradise above showed him no
mercy and kept falling on him copiously. When the rain level almost crossed the
ankle high length did Kota begin to worry?

Cursing
himself, he didn’t stop to give up rather ceaselessly murmured prayers for safe
arrival. Except for prayers on lips, he had nothing to defend. If anything
ferocious pounce on him he could make an easy supper. Kota regretted for not
taking his faithful apprentice Balu- the dog to whom even the wild beasts
dreaded. With harsh downpour, the journey seemed further and further away. The
pain of venturing out into the night was doubtful of the price it would pay.

After
two hours of toilsome journey Kota came across a cave. There, he took a shelter
and prayed for the rain to dwindle. Kota’s prayer came true but soon when the
rain started again, he knew that the monsoon was erratic.

Kota
was determined to make it one way or other. Face taut by cold and clothes
soiled, Kota trudged further into the wild. Hours later, the downpour subsided
as Kota neared his destination but it didn’t do any good as he was fully soaked
in the rain. He didn’t care anymore. By then, he was in the close vicinity of
the village. The next formidable task of trespassing into the house worried
him. Every clandestine move he made brought the fear of being cut into slices.

With
all his guts gathered Kota slipped through the window in one of the house,
never sure of coming back. The clock showed 2 in the morning. Like divine
revelation, Kota landed into a house whose family had moved out on an
invitation except for the lone daughter who was still up. She appeared to be in
early-twenties. Exactly what Kota was looking for all his night.

At
the sight of him, the lady screamed but he was too quick to cover her mouth and
the silence was resumed. Kota persuaded her methodically and she agreed not to aggravate
the situation. ‘What’s next’ reflected Kota. The answer seemed nearer.

It
took him a good number of endeavors to win her. Shortly, Convinced by the alluring
gesture from the other end, he glided his right hand to maneuver in between her
bosom which was at its peak of enlargement. She timidly threw his hand. As she
wore no bra, it became easier to fumble gracefully. He kissed best with what little
he heard from his urban friends to arouse her. Both of them could not resist
the rush of adrenaline and soon she fell prey to his amateur foreplay.

Source: Google

The
only part undone was love making. Kota, driven by profuse excitation, finally mounted
on her to gently dip his long erected dick when suddenly he was troubled by a
piercing noise of his mom. Damn! The show was over.

‘Thrue
Thrue Kota, the shower is believed to purge the defilements’ said his mom as if
she knew of his erotic dream.

Kota
got up, sighed deeply and felt incomplete for the climax of the dream.

September 18, 2014

Imagine
for just a moment that you could meet a young man- a man whom you have shared
the same table and bench in your high school days and after years of lost
contact, you hear him become a successful entrepreneur that it feels like he is
the next Steve jobs.

Until
my high school, I had a scant knowledge on computers. I have always thought it
belonged to smart people. And, of course, everybody had the same view that it
was the toy of big brains. Accordingly, average performers were put together in
economics class and iconic performers in IT class.

One
such brat was a technophobic friend of mine who didn’t conceive the idea of
succeeding in computer even in his wildest dream.

He
had his first email id created sometime in summer of 2007 when the technology
around him was already going viral piercing every parts of world. That was, in
retrospect, his maiden step in coming out from the cocoon and discovering the
digital world.

The founder

Although
the man had unremitting affinity for science, faith perhaps had hand in it and
compelled him to pursue history which was a nightmare. However in class, his
infectious jokes never failed to conquer friends’ heart and soon became a celebrated
figure among friends. In recess period he would not fail to delight his fans
with lucullan feast of jokes and mockups. Seldom did he keep away friends from
belly full of laughter.

More
than the lessons in reproductive system could interest us, his witticisms gained
our attention.

To
many of us in the class, he ranked with Phurpa Thinlay.

Since
then, we would lightly banter him as the future PM as his ingenuity of
gathering crowds would often go beyond his regular friends. He would talk for
any length of time on subjects ranging from vagina and phallus to a new acrobat
move in Kama sutra. And keep everyone awake when Einstein’s E=mc2 failed to do
so.

In
any of my musing and a yearlong stay with him, I hardly heard him making
mentions of future business ventures in information technology. Unbelievingly, the
boy who stood alien in front of computer emerged as triumphant in field that
was once considered “toy for smart people”.

His toy kuzu phone

Today,
he is the founder of Kuzu gadgets which is on the gain of immense popularity.
Believe it or not, the young man has made his name on one of the national media
print as successful youth entrepreneur

What
is more amazing is that the man has collaborated with ministry of labor to help job seekers. When he texted the news, the lines of JF Kennedy ‘ask
not what country can do for you, ask what you can do for country’ rang inside
me.

While
many were looking for jobs in government service, he ventured into unknown, let
loose his passion and toiled tenaciously at the test of time to win eventually.
And the only thing I can make sense of this is that a friend to whom I have
ranked with Phurpa Thinlay way back, is now at par with Steve jobs.

September 5, 2014

Every
time the golden hour of day fail to inspire me, Balay Balay shows up to my
rescue. He talks on courting tips to issues like recent kidnap in the southern
front, and keeps me occupied with mixed thoughts. For quite some time now, he has
been my writing inspiration.

What
I know of the man is that he is tenacious and full of fun guy. His happiness came
from serving cows dutifully, from the flowers in the garden, working zealously in
the field and reclining with bottles at the end of the day.

But
as much as he is fun, so is he oblivious.

Since
my moving into the house, he has the record of roasting four curry cookers. One
being recent, he shares amusingly that he would make an eligible candidate for
Ghajini part II.

Gazing
in wonder at his state of oblivion, it takes great deal of thought to believe
that hard working people are as absent minded as they are busy. I have often
heard of the stories of busy man being oblivious but the gentleman here has
proved me that busy people are real forgetful.

One
time he was cooking. The curry was almost on verge of completion. He lowered
the stove and slipped into TV room for 8’o clock news reminding that he should
be back within minutes. No sooner did I come back from the shop down floor than
the shop aunty knocked my door. She appear worried.

“Something
is burning in here” said she with a pant. I scanned to see if everything was safe.
Seeing no sign of burn, off she went to find him in the room. Before he could
ask her the purpose of visit, a burning odor reminded him of the curry that he just
set on the stove. His would be delicious curry turned into black tar and shortly
broke out the laughter from the duo. It was one more to his list and suffered
the fool easily for the short term memory. Luckily, it was our neighbor
residing down floor who knew of the burning up floor.

Were
it not been for her, anything serious could have happened from the kitchen.

Thereafter,
whenever it is news hour and curry is put on stove, I keep a check lest all of
us be struck by careless bloopers.

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Since
he is strenuously consumed in day work, he usually don’t make night owl. The last
time for the bed would be 10 pm. Quite shockingly, one night I found him up
till 1 am with high volume made on the television. Not believing he would make
long into the night, I tiptoed till the door to check out. There he was deeply
snoring on the sofas with mouth wide open. He didn’t even properly bolt the
door. I woke him up and let his device into sleep.

But
that night no casualties of burning curry cooker was reported from his kitchen.
It was the TV that he forgot to put off that night.